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Don’t talk to him. Don’t trust him.
By the time the servants had removed the dessert course, Sabrina’s sympathies lay squarely in Lady Kilronan’s camp. And she almost looked forward to meeting the colorful and much-maligned countess. Anyone who could ruffle Aunt Delia’s feathers couldn’t be all bad.
Still, it made Sabrina acutely aware of the scrutiny she’d undergo while under her aunt’s chaperonage. What on earth would happen if Daigh showed up here? Would it be better if he didn’t?
She shivered, recalling the warmth of his touch, his full, sensual lips, his hard, brutal beauty. She swallowed around the knot in her throat as heat pooled low in her stomach. And most important, how would she h
andle her growing attraction to a man whose past intruded into her mind with the clarity of memory?
I’ll see you soon.
What unknown force brought them together?
What unknown link bound them together?
And what unknown trouble would they face together?
For trouble was coming. She felt it in the crisp November breeze. In the flutter of blood beneath her skin.
She dropped the drapes back into place over the window. Crossed to the desk. And, scowling at winged Hermes, opened her journal. Put pen to paper in an attempt to fight off the realization that what she’d taken for the storm had only been the calm before the tempest yet to come.
The wall, the trellis, and poorly pointed brickwork. Daigh was in.
Sabrina’s scent hung in the air. A dying fire glowed red in the grate. The bed a jumble of gray against the darker shadows.
He took a step farther into the room, and the world exploded behind his eyes. His legs crumpling. The floor rushing up to meet him.
“You!” Sabrina hissed.
He rolled over, touching his head. His fingers coming away sticky. “Bloody hell, woman. Are you crazed?”
She glared down at him, still holding the heavy marble statue she’d used to crack him over the skull. “I’m not the one breaking into a lady’s bedchamber in the middle of the night.”
Already regretting the reckless impulse bringing him here, he shoved himself up onto an elbow, wincing against the room’s dizzy whirl. “You asked me to come.”
“Not like a thief in the night. That’s twice now you’ve nearly frightened me out of my wits.”
“I needed to see you.”
“You’ve certainly managed that.” She cinched her robe closed more firmly around her waist, but it only highlighted the shapely curve of her hips, the smooth skin showing above the collar of her shift, hair atumble down her back, wisps framing the narrow oval of her face. The fire reflecting in her eyes like flames upon a dark sea.
Her face haunted his memories. He’d caressed the silk of her cheeks, kissed her sensual lips, caused laughter to brighten her eyes.
Why did he remember her this way? Was he going mad? Was he already there?
“If my aunt finds you here . . .” Her gaze darted toward the door.
He shoved his thoughts away. They brought him nowhere. Whatever past he recalled, it was one he could never recover. Whatever woman he remembered was naught but dust. “She won’t. If you disarm, we can talk. Then I’ll leave. No one will know I was here.”
She eyed the statue uncertainly. Placed it on a nearby table, though within reach.
He dragged himself upright, the room staying comfortingly in one place. He touched his scalp. No bleeding and barely a bump. This hadn’t been the wisest of plans. But it had gotten him inside. And with Sabrina. Alone.
He ground his jaw. Refused to let his mad sexual fantasies get in the way. He needed information. That was all. Nothing else.
He inhaled a shaky breath.
“I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I?” Eying him contritely, she fiddled with the tie of her robe.
